This was written for ObiOtaku16's amusement. Eddie Sanderson is a pixie, a very VERY minor character in the show, and Charmy is a character she created one of Cosmo an' Wanda's two kids. For more information, go to her account.

"A-ha haa.. .Ah've alwayss liked ya, you knows dat?" Charmy hiccupped, giggling. Edward Sanderson thought she was the only one who didn't look absolutely repulsive when drunk on flowerbell nectar. He had a bit too much himself, but he was only slightly tipsy, as opposed to the turquoise-haired girl hanging off of him with her arm flung over his shoulders for support while the other hand held her sixth glass. But then, it seemed everyone was getting drunk at the New Years party. He sniffed and, against his better instincts, he helped himself to another drink.

"All that 'Yeh're a perv,' 'Yeh're gross and Ah dun like ya...' act!" She hiccupped again and swayed on the spot despite holding onto the pixie next to her.

"Wha - really?" Sanderson nearly dropped his drink in surprise. I better slow down on the drinking, he thought, gripping it tighter, it's affecting me too fast. "Even 'You're disgusting and even Astro shouldn't be so desperate to get with you?'"

"Yep!" she grinned. Then her arm slipped and she fell over.

"Urgh," said the pixie, frowning. "I'd better take you home." He picked her up. "I don't think your parents will be able to," he said with a glance over to Cosmo and Wanda, who were dancing like kangaroos in the middle of the ballroom. A large crowd had parted so none of them got hit by their ridiculous moves.

But, for whatever reason, the moment he flew out the door with Charmy he found it difficult to fly in a straight line. The full effect of the nectar was starting to take place…

Sanderson winced when the alarm went off. He was lying on his bed on his side, facing the window. Why am Ion this side? He wondered, as he usually slept on the other side and facing the wall so the light from outside would not wake him up. This time it did not, but his hangover was not being helped any by the bright light (despite his eyes being closed). Pixies were not allowed to have that nectar, and now he knew why - it may affect them slower, but unlike fairies, pixies have horrible hangovers. Sanderson wished he had pulled the violet drapes closed last night. But then...he couldn't really remember what happened last night. Oh well.

Checking the alarm clock next to him, it read 9:47. Since it was his day off, he didn't need to get up just yet, but figured he might as well since he was already awake. Sanderson would have liked a bit more sleep. He was having a nice dream - rather racy one, at that, with a very pretty girl he didn't know. Too bad he couldn't remember what the girl looked like. Opening his eyes lazily, he peered about his room. He slept on a king sized bed, and elegant wooden furniture decorated the room with a large plasma TV on the opposite wall. Being the assistant to the Head Pixie had its perks.

He yawned again and closed his eyes as he reached his arm for his hat on the opposite bedside table, but just as he touched it he noticed something else was on his bed - something with hair. Long, curly hair. Glancing over to see what it was, it took him a moment to fully absorb the fact that the hair was turquoise, and there was a small crown resting next to his hat.

Sanderson shot up in bed and clamped his hands over his mouth to prevent from shouting in alarm. With a quick peek under the sheets he suddenly realized that he not only remembered and knew the girl from his dream, but that it was not a dream at all.

Oh. Shit.